Grasping at straws and barely afloat,
We reach out for a shred of hope,
Muffled cries of help in the void,
Fading away into the inky night,
Until all we’re left with is a pounding heart,
Hammering loud in the deafening quiet.
Stumbling about and circling back,
We never know our way around,
Breaths held in and footsteps light,
Not the slightest hint of a sound;
Not a ray of light, nor a breath of fresh air,
Slipping away into the dark, without a way out.
Counting the moments fleeting past,
Losing count somewhere down the line,
Eyes peeled back for the smallest hint,
Holding on for dear life through bleary eyes,
We follow the voices in the dark,
Never knowing where they’ll take us—
But perhaps that is for the best;
Then comes that sigh of relief,
The light at the end of the tunnel is far,
Far away, but closer than it was yesterday.
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
We all are familiar with the feeling of hopelessness. We desperately try to find a way around it, but we somehow find ourselves circling back to the same old things, to an extent where we begin to wonder if there was ever a way out of this for any of us. It exists, whether we see it or not. It just takes a little bit of time. But we’re closer to finding a way out today, than we were yesterday.